im dying for any one of my senses to return.
Im dying to just be free. Away from this place.
Broken promises and decaying bodies of friends, family and love interests rot on the ground next to me. Here we are again.
Broken. Destroyed.
Saddened by your own actions and feelings.
"Keep them at bay." I say to myself, trying to listen to my own advice.
You left so easily though? Like you never said those things to me.
Like you never told me that you were mine and im yours.
Thats the confusing part for me.
You promised me your feelings for me would not change did not you not?
Yeah you did.
I still cannot be angry for that.
It would not be right and I know it.
But still. That passed quite easily.
Compared to my previous relationships and considering how much I really hoped for this one I am still on my feet and I know it.
I hope maybe one day we will talk again, but if not i still thank you for being you. I still thank you for being there for me while you were... Even if you are gone now.
YOU ARE READING
letters assembled.
RandomLife is a journey, One filled with more questions than answers. So whats a meaningless creature like ourself have to gain from it? *This is A story smd.
